Milk Monday....

If you've been around here for a while, you know Mondays are "milk Mondays" for us.  We go to pick up our fresh milk every Monday.  Sometimes we have lunch with Amanda and our friend Joyce, sometimes we don't.  It varies week to week.  Yesterday I decided to brave Walmart with the kids.  I really don't know what got into me-haha!  Actually it went fine, they were very good.  Especially considering we had to get 2 kids' birthday gifts and they weren't getting anything.  Well, I did let them each get a container of bubbles.  Which they proudly paid for separately from Momma, so cute!  They are becoming so independent now and Henry loves being right in the thick of things-he plays with them all day and they love having him play.  Carson will tell me, "Henry wants to crawl Mom," which means Henry wants to play with them on the floor. 
Yesterday, the cashier at Walmart irked me a bit.  She was still checking out the guy in front of us when she looks at Henry with his helmet on and says, "I need a hat like that, to keep my head warm.  I need a hat like he's wearing."  Seriously, I just looked at her.  The guy in front of us looked at me, I guess to see if I was going to say something.  I just smiled at him and he smiled at me like...."what a weird thing to say."  I just thought that was such a strange and inappropriate thing to say, being that you can clearly tell his helmet is not meant for warmth.  It's clearly a "medical" thing.  Urrghhh... Anyway, I did not respond and just kept on with putting the stuff on the register.  I feel like those times are tests to see how we will react.  You know how everyone looks at Christians to see how we react-the world is waiting for you to slip up.  At least that's how I feel at times.  Of course, we all slip up.  I shouldn't even complain about the cashier, I'm sure she didn't know what to say.  Perhaps nothing would have been best, but I'm glad I did not respond in any way.  I really wanted to say, "M'am, you don't want to have to wear one of these "hats", I promise." but I chose to be silent.  My kids weren't paying any attention anyway, they were anxiously waiting to pay for their own stuff like big kids.  Honestly, the twins are so protective of Henry, I can just stand back and let them handle things!  Haha!  You should see them when someone picks him up and "acts" like they are going to keep him.  They will quickly say, "you can't have our baby!" or "that's OUR baby!".  It's so cute how much they love each other and Henry. 
Lately if the twins have a scuffle, one or the other will claim, "You aren't my best friend anymore."  It's funny.  They truly are best friends.  I love watching their bond develop and strenthen as the years go by. 
Then there was Henry- who they've taken right in!
Speaking of Henry-his birthday is next week.  I can't even believe it!!!  Next week I'm hoping to post all about Henry all week.  You know, since I've never gotten around to post about his birth story, his name, etc. 
I can't believe my teeny little baby....well, as teeny as an 8lb. 12 oz. baby can be, is now almost 1!